Anticipation

Anticipation

I sit beating time
Yet time still crawls past
And I get tired of listening to incessant exhaling.

I don’t move from this spot
But on the inside I flutter
and dance about the room,
Hearing songs from yesterdays radio.

Bravely I push myself places I thought id never go.
I reassure myself silently
But my coiled, tense form is on display
For those who care to look.

I hear shouting in the kitchen
And I feel glad that I’m locked safely in my room.
I watch the clock as though this will hurry time.
I know soon I can escape even just for a portion of the night.

I want to learn so many things,
Not in segments but all together
And go so many places.
Experience the world in just a day

And still I sit winking at my own reflection
Until I rise and delve in to the night.